Me (nodding at the speed of a high frequency oscillator): "hmm! ghhg."

Her: "Er ok bye!"

Me: "*long pause* ggghbg."

What an embarrassment! I must've looked like I was trying to control potty!

Not just her, each time there is a discussion in class or a gossip-session going on, my vocal chords decide to start shagging! No matter how carefully the words constituting my response are chosen and arranged- my tongue refuses to move in my mouth! Bitch!

And so, all that the class can hear, are my slobbery little gghgs and bddbds and ulkks.

:'(

I think its the sudden switch from being highly unsocial to lots of hey's and hi's and introductions and blah.

Dear rapid fire tongue,

I miss you. Please come back.

-gagged

I chanced upon this little furball at www.corsini.co.uk.

Reminds me a lot of my once-active Gundu :)

Sigh!

Hmmm... I'm gonna google around for some yogasanas for my stiff fucking tongue!

See ya'll soon!

PS: I gave Twilight a shot. Stephanie Meyer's "international bestseller".

BORING!

300 pages in, I decided that book is shit and didnt bother finishing it.

Wow. You must be the only chick in town who thinks Twilight is boring - and I love you for that.

As for the "verbal constipation", you should try...uh. I don't know, I usually just say "your mom" to whatever anyone tells me. Might not work in your situation though. Hey, speaking of "your mom", I just realized something - there's not a single good comeback anyone can say to the following three insults:

- Your mom- You gaylord- You fucking blowjob

Think about it, what can anyone possible say if you call them a blowjob? I think Russell Peters came up with that one. Hmm

Yes, I realize this doesn't really help much, but I'm not really the helping kind. :(

Give me a shout-out. I love a shout-out!

Go over to my other blog :D

*For the love of colours*

Currently Lusting Over:

My roving eye landed on this smooth-talking, rugby-playing cutie whose love for the outdoors is just making me swoon. Third generation Kenyan & celebrity chef! When he talks I want to make conversation with him. Oh and those tree-trunk arms to just melt into. You go, Kiran Jethwa!

"Question: How does a girl who falls- no, actually she jumps- eyes open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos, come out the other end unchanged?The answer: She doesn't.See, I know, because that girl is me."